Timmy's mom sat before her computer, drinking her coffee while she filled out the online form.
This last month, what with the bullying he had received from both males and females at school, her son's bedwetting habit had only worsened. She dearly loved Timmy but she felt that she was at her wit's end. His bedroom constantly smelled of urine now and the laundry of wet sheets was getting ridiculous. To be sure, the mattress was permanently ruined and she wasn't looking forward to shopping for another.
Having heard from a friend about a nearby facility called the Bedwetter Institute, she thought maybe, she had finally found a solution.
The questions on their entry form were pretty straightforward and it was only when she reached the last question that she hesitated. It asked her to choose whether the patient was a 'regular bedwetter' or the 'sissy' type. She thought about that one carefully.
Timmy had always been rather effeminate growing up; he liked playing with dolls, even into his early teens, and sports, whether at school or in the neighborhood, held little interest for him. Physically, he was on the short side, with a slight frame and a soft spoken voice. And with his latest style of hair growing rather long, he could honestly be mistaken for a girl.
After careful consideration, his mom selected the 'sissy' box and pressed 'send'.
A week later, she was driving Timmy across town to the Institute, remaining coy with him about exactly what he was getting into. He was a bit nervous, but she assured him that the people there were very experienced practitioners and they took the very best care of their guests (she was hesitant to use the term, 'patients').
As they entered the glass double doors to the facility, a pretty woman behind a receiving desk greeted them warmly. They found themselves in a small room, with a door leading out on opposite sides. After making her introduction, and signing several release forms, the receptionist buzzed a button on her console and another beautiful woman in her early thirties came into the room.
“We can take it from here, Mrs. Johnson,” she said, her confidence readily apparent.
Timmy's mom thought the woman dressed rather provocatively, for a medical professional but she said nothing. After hugging her son close, she looked down into his nervous face.
“Now Timmy—I want you to be on your best behavior here. You are to do exactly as they tell you, do you understand me?”
“Yes, mama,” he bleated meekly.
After saying goodbye, Timmy was left with the woman who smiled warmly and introduced herself as Miss Taylor.
“Wha-what are we gonna do?” he asked anxiously.
“Don't you worry about that, Timmy—I'm here to get you all fixed up,” she said eagerly.
Timmy wasn't sure what that meant but he didn't argue as she led him through the door on the left which went down a long hallway with more doors off either side. Taking him into one that looked somewhat like a medical examination room, she instructed him to get undressed. With her confident, superior air about her, Timmy found that he was immediately intimidated by her. But even as he anxiously undressed, he couldn't help but steal glances at her sexy, curvy profile. Her round, full breasts really filled out her snug top and Timmy could never remember having seen nurses (if that's what she was) wearing such a revealing uniform like hers.
When he got down to his socks and underwear, he hesitated, reluctant to be any further exposed.
“Come along,” she said impatiently, “Everything comes off.”
Timmy didn't understand why it was necessary to be completely nude, but as usual, he didn't have the backbone to stand up to this insistent woman. He whimpered with embarrassment, and slowly pulled the last of his clothes off, cupping his hands over his crotch to try and hide his childishly tiny genitals.
“Sit here,” she said, patting the end of the low examination table as she went to get a few things from the cupboard. She returned with a razor, some shaving cream and a bowl of water.
“The first thing we needed to do, is get your diaper area shaved—we insist on strict hygiene here and any hair down there will just get in the way.”
Timmy blushed hotly at the term 'diaper area', and he cringed at her authoritative tone but he nevertheless complied as he sat on the edge of the table, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. He was deeply conscious of how small his penis was—certainly much smaller than any of his peers, from what he'd observed in the locker room at school.
Humming to herself, Taylor quickly and efficiently shaved his crotch area, pulling his thin little willie this way and that, as she methodically removed what little pubic hair he had. Her felt his face flushing again as she held his little sack and shaved between his butt cheeks, leaving him as babyishly bald as the day he was born.
“There...now that that's taken care of, let's get you into your outfit for the day,” she said as she held forth a prissy pink and white top with a bunny motif across the chest. It had short, puffy, elasticized sleeves and a frilly hem and Timmy shook his head in protest as she began pulling it over his head.
“No...no,” he said weakly but he didn't actually do anything to stop her. Next, she pulled some cute pink anklet socks over his feet, after which she buckled a shiny black pair of Mary Janes in place. Lastly, she brushed his long hair into two sassy pigtails and clipped a pair of pink bows to hold them in place.
Timmy swung his feet helplessly, deeply ashamed to be wearing such a childish outfit.
“And now you're all ready for your chastity protection,” she said cheerfully as she produced a small pink device in her slim hand.
Timmy quaked with fear and he shrunk back in apprehension.
“N-n-no!” he cried, but she was already deftly pulling his tiny little hairless genitals through the cuff ring of the device and mating it with the short, stubby cock cage.
He tried to push her hands away but she simply swatted his back like they were an annoying pair of flies.
“Wha-what are you doing?” he wailed in frustration as the she pulled the key out of the integrated lock of the device.
“Sissy bedwetters should never have access to their pee-pees,” she explained firmly, “Believe me--I can tell a pantywaist and a masturbator from a mile away and you're both.”
Timmy blushed fiercely with shame, her descriptions all too close to what his peers called him at school on a daily basis.
Nonetheless, he felt compelled to stand up for himself.
“I-I'm not a sissy!” he whined in his girlish voice but Taylor only chuckled with amusement.
“Come with me, Timmy,” she said as she took his hand, pulled him off the table and led him out of the room.
The bewildered pantywaist was in a state of shock and his free hand shot down to cover his caged willie as she pulled him along. They walked down the hallway and just as they reached another closed door, a young woman came up to them from the opposite direction.
“New boy?” she inquired of Taylor.
“Yep—brand new. I'm checking him in now,” Taylor responded, making no effort to open the door to allow Timmy to escape the woman's scrutiny.
The woman looked him up and down appraisingly, giggling at him with amusement.
“Looks like another sissy being put in his proper place,” she quipped before continuing down the hall.
Timmy's face flushed with anger and he jerked his hand out of Taylor's.
“I'm not taking another minute of this!” he announced flatly.
“No?” she asked ambivalently, “Okay, but don't you think I should give you some underwear before you go?”
“Yes,” he replied sulking.
As she opened the door, Timmy's mouth hung open as he beheld what looked like a little baby girl's nursery. As his eyes scanned the room, he took in a large pink and white crib with soft, pink and yellow blankets situated in the corner. A mesh-sided playpen, complete with stuffed animals and toys for a toddler was situated opposite. And next to a pink dresser was a large changing table with two stacks of cloth diapers and plastic panties waiting for their next user.
Timmy's stomach buzzed with nervous anticipation.
Leading him into the room, Taylor pushed him down onto the changing table forcibly. Timmy couldn't help but notice a lingering smell of urine that permeated the room, not unlike his bedroom at home.
“Wha-wha--” he stammered.
“Bedwetters need diapers—and that's just what you'll wear while you're here,” she explained evenly.
“Oh no I'm not,” he pushed back as he shook his head in protest.
“Timmy—we can either do this the easy way—or the hard way,” she said as she picked up an oval paddle with air holes in its face, “What's it going to be?”
Timmy sprang to his feet and made ready to bolt out the door but Taylor snatched his wrist and brought the paddle down on his bare bottom with a fierce, biting slap.
Timmy's eyes went wide and he cried out in shock and pain.
Yanking him over to the edge of the crib mattress, Taylor sat down and threw the hapless sissy over her firm, toned thighs.
“Stop it! Let me go!” Timmy wailed as he kicked his legs, trying desperately to escape.
As Timmy's struggled to rise back up, Taylor brought the paddle down hard, smacking both cheeks with a resounding thunderclap that filled the room. Never one with a particularly high threshold for pain, Timmy felt hot tears brimming his eyes.
Taylor smacked his quickly reddening bottom again and again, turning his lily-white checks to pink, and then very quickly, an angry shade of crimson. Timmy wailed in agony and kicked his Mary Janes wildly even as he shook his fists in frustration. He'd never been spanked at home and this was both mortifying and excruciatingly painful. The tears were streaming down his face now as he cried like a baby.
And yet, Taylor kept a steady rhythm, smacking one cheek, then the other, then the same one, just to throw him off balance. Timmy squirmed and struggled on her lap in an entirely futile attempt to evade her swats but it did no good. He felt like a childish little sissy, bawling his eyes out over the lap of this strong, older woman who held total control over him.
At long last, the painful, humiliating punishment was over and after standing him up on his shaky feet, he hid his wet face in his hands as she ordered him to put his nose in the corner. Timmy stood there, sobbing like a child and rubbing his inflamed bottom as Taylor left the room for several minutes. As he tried to get his crying under control, he reflected on his bedwetting habit and it was only now that he realized that his halfhearted, pathetic attempts to get it under control had landed him in his present circumstances.
Taylor returned several minutes later, carrying a bulging red rubber enema bag that was bursting with soapy water. A long white hose ran from the top of the bag, ending in a very thick, imposing, dildo-shaped nozzle.
Timmy gulped at the sight of it, even as he rubbed his stinging, roasting hot buns.
“This is something you can look forward to every morning, Timmy,” she said cheerfully as she hung the heavy rubber bag on a tall stand.
Sitting down on an armless stool, Taylor picked up a jar of nursery jelly and a medium sized dildo.
“Come along,” she told him, beckoning him over to her side.
Thoroughly chastened now, Timmy shuffled over to her, only to have her pull him back over her lap. He squealed loudly and felt tears misting his eyes again.
“I wanna go home,” he bleated.
“Shhh...hush, sissy,” she said soothingly, “This is just what you need.”
She began by stuffing a generous dollop of lubricant into his pouting hole, followed by the dildo she had just picked up.
“Our enema nozzles are quite large,” she chuckled, “So it's necessary to get your tight little hole prepared before I use the Sissy Splitter.”
Timmy whimpered helplessly but he gasped when he felt the big, blunt end of the dildo pushing insistently against his anus.
“OHH!!” he cried as the slippery phallus suddenly pushed past his defenseless opening. Taylor eased it in slowly, gently even, as she let him get used to the unfamiliar feeling.
“I'll be sure to teach this technique to your mommy, so she can continue the practice when you get home,” she assured him.
Timmy moaned, knowing he soundly just like a little girl.
“Theeere,” she smiled encouragingly, “That's a good sissy.”
Taylor took her time, twirling the dildo inside him and slowly pumping him with it. Soon, Timmy's breathing started to get heavier and a moan escaped his lips.
“Okay, I think we're ready for your enema now,” she announced.
Timmy whimpered as she withdrew the dildo and then coated the monstrous end of the dildo nozzle with more lube.
“Take a deep breath, Timmy, this one is really going to stretch you.”
Timmy's eyes went wide as he felt what seemed like the rubbery end of a baseball bat being pushed against his puckering hole.
“No...no...No!!” he cried as she began applying ever greater pressure to the titanic shaft against his sissy hole.
Timmy's hands waved in the air and he kicked helplessly, just as the fat, mushroom head of the dildo pushed past his defeated sphincter.
“OHHHHH!!” he wailed in angst.
Taylor grinned with satisfaction as she pushed the nozzle deeper and deeper into his rectum. To be sure, his hole was being stretched to the very limit—even Taylor was surprised that such a massive shaft could be stuffed inside him.
“UNNGH,” Timmy wailed as his glossy Mary Janes gyrated behind him.
He was breathing heavy now, trying to cope with the gargantuan rubbery invader being pushed inside him.
At the same time, a dribble of precum leaked out of the tip of his chastity cage, to drip down between Taylor's firm thighs. Timmy had never felt so emasculated in his life, and he was helpless to do anything but squirm and moan over her lap.
Taylor pushed the leviathan in slowly, even as Timmy gasped at the sensation like he was being split in two. Finally, with seven inches of it buried to the hilt in his rectum, she released the clip and warm, soapy water began flowing unimpeded, deep into Timmy's bowels.
He moaned helplessly, gazing at his humiliating reflection in the mirrored closet doors opposite them. Taylor smiled with satisfaction, and she patted his blazing red cheek with approval.
“The regular patients don't get enemas but we make sure every sissy gets one, every morning,” she explained cheerfully, “This way, you'll start your day all fresh and clean.”
Timmy squirmed on her lap and moaned again as the soapy water surged deeply into him. The massively proportioned dildo nozzle ensured that a steady flow of soapy water flowed without interruption into Timmy's bowels.
From time to time, Taylor would close the clip, allowing the water to settle into him before resuming his humiliating purge.
“The thick, rubbery shaft of the Sissy Splitter is designed to rub against your prostrate gland, causing you to leak your pent-up semen, while at the same time--making sure you can't experience an orgasm. Sissy bedwetters like you don't need orgasms like real men and we make absolutely sure you'll never experience one while you're here.”
“Oh...oh...OH!” he cried as he tried to cope with the flow of warm, soapy water steadily filling him up.
Between Taylor's silky thighs, a stream of precum continued to drip out in a long strand, forming a small puddle on the linoleum floor beneath Timmy. True to her word, Timmy was getting his little, hairless balls milked of every drop of semen he had built up since last night's marathon masturbating session in his bedroom. Idly, he wondered how long it would be before he would be able to play with himself again.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” she scolded him, “Wetting your bed every night like a little baby. Sissy bedwetters like you belong in diapers and plastic panties. And that's just what you'll be wearing the entire time you're here. You'll get used to the feeling of warm, clammy wet diapers and maybe that will make you try harder not to wet them at night.”
Timmy could only moan helplessly as the enema bag was slowly drained and it grew more and more flat on the stand above him.
At long last, the sudsy bubbles were the last bit of liquid to flow into his rectum but Taylor kept the fat nozzle firmly buried in Timmy's anus for a few minutes longer, just to be sure.
The emasculated sissy nearly cried with relief when he finally felt her easing the titanic dildo out of his sore, aching back hole. Standing him up on weak feet, she told him to go down the hall and release the enema in the bathroom there. Timmy limped slowly, trying to keep the two quarts of soapy water from exploding out of his bottom. The same woman they'd encountered previously in the hallway happened to be going by at that moment, and she stopped to giggle at Timmy's defeated gait.
It was a docile, defeated, and compliant sissy that returned to the nursery, fifteen minutes later.
Taylor put her cell phone away and she patted a thick stack of fluffy white diapers that she had arranged on the changing table.
“Here you are, Timmy—a fresh set of diapers that should hold you until naptime this afternoon,” she explained.
Of all the indignities he'd suffered at this woman's hands thus far, perhaps this was the most shameful. The diapers and pink nursery print plastic panties laying alongside would show everyone that he was nothing but a childish little bedwetting sissy. But before he could launch into some sort of protest, Taylor pushed the wet rubber nipple of a baby bottle between his squalling lips. The warm milk flowed easily into his mouth, and he reluctantly swallowed as she set him down on the soft stack of cotton cloth. Thus occupied, he could do little as Taylor firmly grasped his ankles together and swung his Mary Janes over his head, exposing his bright red bottom cheeks. He squealed as she applied a nice, sticky coat of Desitin on them before lowering his legs and sprinkling baby powder all over his little chastity device and up to his belly button.
Timmy slurped anxiously from his baby bottle as Taylor drew up the bunny soft diapers and eased a pink headed safety pin on either side of his hips. His cheeks reddened as she gathered the plastic panties in her hand and pulled them over his glossy sissy shoes. He groaned with shame at the thought of his bullying schoolmates seeing him now—oh, how he'd be teased mercilessly!
Taylor pulled the prissy pink panties up and began using her long-nailed fingers to go around the elastic waistband, ensuring all the soft, absorbent cotton was properly contained inside the waterproof panties. Timmy looked down with shame at the playful pattern of bunnies and rattles on the shiny waterproof panties. There could be no mistaking that he was a complete and total sissy.
Finally, after powdering between his inner thighs where they brushed against his diapers, Taylor lifted the red-faced pansy to his feet.
“Take a look at yourself,” she said as she made him face the closet mirrors, “This is how a bedwetter is dressed.”
Timmy blushed furiously as he gazed shyly with doe eyes at his babyish reflection. The pigtails and shiny pink satin bows only added to his childish appearance.
“The bathrooms are off limits to you—from now on, you'll use your diapers for their intended purpose,” she announced like a mother addressing a toddler.
Before Timmy could wrap his head around that humiliating concept, she snatched his wrist and led him out of the room, down the hall, and into a common room where he spied other similarly dressed sissies. Two were in playpens, amusing themselves with baby blocks and stuffed animals as best they could, while another was being bottle fed by a very busty nurse. They turned to look at the newcomer and Timmy's cheeks reddened further. It was made worse by the fact that his fat diapers forced him to move along with a very babyish waddle and his pink plastic panties crinkled loudly in the room, practically announcing his presence before everyone.
Timmy was still carrying his half empty bottle of milk as Taylor led him to what looked like a kitchen area and she helped him climb awkwardly into a large highchair. As soon as he was sitting in place, Taylor snapped a glossy pink tray that locked into either side of the chair, effectively trapping the blushing, diapered sissy. With her high-heeled foot, Taylor pushed the stepping block out of the way, causing Timmy's Mary Janes to now swing helplessly. Two velcro bands were soon secured around his wrists, rendering him completely helpless and immobile. Worse yet, he was starting to feel a strong urge to pee but fortunately, he was able to block it for the time being.
Taylor came over with a tray that was partitioned with some sort of food, none of which looked very appetizing. Without a further word, she began spooning it into Timmy's protesting mouth, even as he squealed and tried to pull away. When he didn't swallow it fast enough, Taylor pinched his nose, making him open his mouth for another serving of the slop.
Alas, the traumatic feeding was too much for Timmy and with little more control than that of a toddler, a flood of hot pee suddenly poured into his big, fluffy soft diapers. Timmy felt absolutely infantile, squealing with panic, but the pee kept flowing strongly, soaking the soft layers of cotton cloth between his legs before seeping back into the fat, absorbent seat of his diapers.
The other sissies watched him with amusement, seeing the new bedwetter being fed and treated just like a big baby.
Taking another baby bottle of warm milk,Taylor held it in place as Timmy washed down the horrid flavor of his lunch. His cheeks blazed with shame as the warm, soggy cotton cloth embraced him within his snug plastic panties.
Suddenly, just at that moment from down the hall, Timmy could hear the distinct sounds of a wooden paddle being used. With a steady rhythm, he could hear the sharp slaps and swats every time the paddle impacted some other unfortunate sissy's bare bottom. In no time at all, plaintive wailing and shrieks could be heard and Taylor smiled knowingly at him, looking down at him with a grin of smug superiority. Even the other sissies in the room shivered with nervous tension, knowing that any one of them could easily be next. Timmy's still stinging cheeks twitched anxiously as he imagined the poor sissy getting spanked hard.
One last, long flow of pee finally emptied into his diapers and Timmy shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable. Taylor kept the bottle to his mouth, and he whimpered weakly, not wanting to nurse from the bottle but unable to do anything about it. Finally, after it was drained, Taylor set the bottle down and she took a warm wash cloth and wiped down Timmy's messy face.
Knowing he'd just wet his diapers like a baby, Timmy blushed as he looked into Taylor's pretty eyes before shyly looking away. A slight scent of pee wafted up around him and he wondered if she could smell it too.
Taylor put away the lunch items and then undid the velcro wrist restraints before removing the tray table. Helping him out of the highchair, her slim hand came down and squeezed the warm seat of his fat diapers. Timmy squealed at her unexpected contact and the other sissies looked at him expectantly.
“Well, looks like our little bedwetter has already soaked his diapers,” she announced to everyone with a haughty grin.
Timmy's cheeks flushed red with shame as he was led waddling over to one of the playpens in the room, all eyes upon him as Taylor helped him inside where he landed on the padded, vinyl covered surface with a warm, humiliating squish.
“We've found that when our sissies wear wet diapers for extended periods, it gives them extra motivation to try harder to stay dry at night,” she explained as he handed him some toys to play with.
One of the other diapered bedwetters with a pink pacifier in his mouth gazed back at him with a knowing smile, happy that the newcomer was being put in his proper place.
Somewhere, a bell rang and several of the nurses came down the hall, each carrying a tray with a collection of imposing butt plugs and lubricant. Looks of anxiety crossed most of the sissies faces as one by one, they were forced to bend over and have their diapers pulled down. Most willingly spread their legs as the nurses forcefully stuffed the fat rubbery plugs deep into their rectums. Nevertheless, nearly all of them cried out as the massive objects were pushed into their pouting holes. The nurses merely smirked, slapping their bare bottoms and yanking their diapers back up in place.
Timmy was one of the last to receive his own and he whimpered in fear as one of the tall nurses abruptly stood him up, bent him unceremoniously over the playpen rail and pulled his soaking wet diapers down.
Timmy cried out, protesting and squirming but the nurse was as determined as she was beautiful. She slapped Timmy's still pink bottom and positioned the fat, lubricated rubber plug at his sissy hole.
“You'll get this for an hour every day while you're here,” she explained tersely, “We find it makes our sissy boys more compliant.”
Timmy whimpered weakly, not wanting to get another spanking but he he squealed loudly when the slippery latex plug was pushed forcefully past his clenched sphincter.
“OHHH!!!” he cried pitifully.
Another harsh slap on his damp cheek and the nurse yanked his wet diapers back up around his hips.
Timmy wiped a tear away from his eyes as he stood there, humiliated and contending with the full, emasculating feeling of having his back passage now stuffed to capacity.
Taylor came back over to him and bent over the rail of the playpen, a sweet smile on her face as she revealed an eye-popping view of her big, round breasts to the flustered sissy.
“Here you are, Timmy—another bottle to make you feel better,” she said pleasantly.
Timmy sat back in the playpen, the fat, rubbery plug burrowing into his rectum, surrounded by plush toys and plastic blocks as he nursed uncertainly from the bottle of warm milk.
He had only drained half the bottle when he heard a number of female voices coming down the hallway and as he looked up, he spied a group of young women, chatting excitedly as they were led into the room by another nurse. Once they entered the room, they stopped in shock as they took in the sight of the various sissies, wearing their prissy baby dresses and diapers. One dropped the rattle he was holding with a clatter as his face blushed a bright red. Timmy could well imagine that at that moment, his diapers were probably getting used for their intended purpose.
“Ladies—welcome to the Bedwetter Institute,” the nurse announced to the women surrounding her, “This is the sissy wing of our facility, and as you can see, the patients here receive a...modified program from the other wing you just visited.”
The young women stepped tentatively farther into the room, gaping at the embarrassed bedwetters doing their various childish activities. They couldn't help but giggle as they looked down on the blushing sissies and Timmy wished there was some way he could escape, but he also realized that was totally impossible. Taylor brought one of the girls over to the side of Timmy's playpen, a twinkle in her eye as she introduced him to the grinning female.
“Timmy, these young women are visiting from a job fair being held at the university. Some are aspiring nurses who wanted a look at alternative caring methods like we offer here.”
Timmy cringed at the unexpected attention and he tried to hide the baby bottle he had been nursing from. However, that only seemed to call attention to it and the girl reached into his playpen to pick up his bottle.
“Here you go sweetie,” she said with a smirk, “Drink from your ba-ba.”
Timmy tried to pull away but Taylor held him in place as the young woman pushed the wet nipple into his quivering mouth.
Timmy blushed anew as she was forced to nurse like a baby before these two superior women.
Taylor reached down and slipped a finger inside the elastic waistband of his nursery print plastic panties.
“Looks like this sissy needs his diapers changed,” she announced for the visitor's benefit, a smug look on her pretty face.
The girl holding the bottle giggled as she watched Taylor help Timmy climb out of the playpen to lead him over to the well stocked changing table nearby. His diapers had started to sag from all the pee they were holding and Timmy sat down sullenly, unhappy to have this most humiliating ritual performed before a bunch of snickering girls.
Soon, Taylor was peeling his damp plastic panties down off his fat, wet diapers and depositing them in the nearby diaper pail, a container that let out a sour, pungent odor when the lid was opened.
“Wow, you sissies really wet a lot, don't you?” she said with a condescending tone.
Timmy whimpered but continued nursing on his baby bottle as Taylor unpinned the soggy wet cloth around his hips and pulled his diapers out from under him.
The girl next to them gasped but then laughed openly as she took in the base of his big pink butt plug and the tiny steel chastity device locked over his baby-sized penis. Timmy reached down to try and cover his privates with his hand but it was an entirely futile gesture.
By now, a number of the other girls had come over to watch this sissy having his diapers changed. Timmy fidgeted and kicked his glossy Mary Janes as Taylor slid a fresh trio of thick, bunny-soft diapers under his pink bottom.
“As you can see, ladies,” Taylor addressed them, “sometimes we have to spank these little bedwetters; they may cry like babies but believe me—it does them a world of good.”
The group of young women burst into laughter as Timmy cringed beneath their amused stares.
Tears of humiliation were brimming in his eyes as Taylor grabbed both his ankles and swung them over his head, exposing his spanked backside to everyone.
“This is a bedwetter's best friend,” she explained as she slowly smeared diaper rash cream across his punished buns.
Lowering his legs, she sprinkled baby powder all across his front, surrounding him with its distinctive, babyish scent. Pulling the soft cotton layers up, she pinned his voluminous diapers around his hips.
“Okay, which one of you ladies would like to help me select our little sissy's plastic panties?” Taylor asked them.
A blond girl eagerly knelt down and began sifting through the stack of panties alongside the changing table.
“How about these?” she asked with a grin. In her hands were a shiny white pair of waterproof panties with playful polka dots.
“Perfect!” Taylor exclaimed as she took the crackly panties and pulled them over Timmy's Mary Janes. The sissy whimpered weakly and kicked a little as she pulled them up his smooth, girlish legs, tugging them over his fat, fluffy diapers.
“There you go!” the blond girl giggled, “You're all safe and protected again!”
Timmy was absolutely mortified and his cheeks blushed a bright red.
“Okay sissy boy,” Taylor said as she crossed her arms over her generous bust, “It's baby's naptime now. Come on—playtime is over.”
Timmy felt immature and childish as Taylor grasped his wrist and led him waddling out of the room, his cute plastic panties crackling loudly with each step of his prissy Mary Janes. Taking him back down the hallway to the nursery, Taylor tucked him in the crib and gave him another bottle of milk. As he submissively began nursing, she tucked a teddy bear under his arm and started the mobile above his head, filling the room with happy toddler music.
Timmy tossed and turned for awhile, reliving the intensely humiliating events of the day in his head before he finally drifted off to sissy slumber. And, as so often happened when Timmy reached a state of dreaming, the floodgates opened up and he proceeded to completely soak his diapers.
Some time later, Taylor came in and woke him up, changing his wet diapers and chiding him for his immature lack of control. Timmy was completely ashamed, his childish bedwetting habit having been revealed again before this pretty woman.
After swapping out his sissy top for an adorable pink ruffled dress, she buckled him into his Mary Janes and led him out to the common room, to play some childish games with the other sissy bedwetters. He soon found himself eagerly engaged in a game of Twister with two of the others, although there were several times when he found his face in close proximity to their fat, plastic covered bottoms and he could easily smell their pee-soaked diapers.
Later, after dinner, Taylor announced an early bedtime for Timmy, which drew several smirks from the sissies he had been playing with earlier. Not sure what to make of their reactions, he followed Taylor back to his nursery, glad of the opportunity to finally get his diapers changed again, which he had managed to wet several times while he had been playing sissy games.
He was surprised when they entered his room, to find the tall nurse from earlier standing before his crib. She had a firm, no-nonsense look on her face but the wooden Spencer paddle in her hand made clear her intentions.
“Timmy, here at the Bedwetter Institute, we believe a good, hard spanking before bedtime will motivate you to try harder to keep your bed dry,” she said as she took a seat on the only stool in the room. Taylor went to open the nursery door wider, making sure everyone in the sissy wing would be able to hear Timmy's crying and wailing.
Timmy gulped with fear and he looked wide-eyed in panic around the room seeking an escape but Taylor had taken up a position blocking the doorway, her hands resting on her curvy hips.
“Lift the hem of your dress, please,” the tall nurse said in a surprisingly comforting voice.
“No...no...no,” Timmy protested weakly as he shifted his feet but the nurse simply reached under and took a hold of his plastic panties, pulling them down off his soggy wet diapers.
Timmy stared in disbelief at the yawning cleavage between her two big breasts as she guided him over her firm lap, positioning him so as to leave him helpless over her thighs.
“Please—please,” he begged her piteously, “I'll try harder, I'll do anything—please don't spank me!”
Ignoring his whiny protests, she unpinned the pee-soaked, saturated cotton and pulled the layers back, exposing his soft, plump bottom as Taylor smiled down upon him.
“This will help you try harder,” she said cheerfully.
Before Timmy could respond, the nurse raised the paddle high over her head and brought it down with a terrific impact, flattening Timmy's curvy cheeks and leaving a bright red, rectangular imprint.
“YEOOWWW!!” he wailed at the top of his lungs.
Two more blistering swats were delivered to each cheek, making Timmy kick wildly with his Mary Janes. The paddle had two rows of air holes and it delivered a vicious bite to Timmy's tender skin. As she kept up an even rhythm, swatting his soft sissy bottom, Timmy burst into tears, crying like the big baby he was dressed up as. Hot tears tumbled down his red face as he shook his fists in helpless frustration.
The nurse paused her terrible punishment to scold the crying pansy.
“Young man—you are going to try harder to keep your diapers dry. And every night before bedtime, we are going to repeat this punishment until you learn to control your peeing.”
In a flash, the paddle swooped back up and came down several more times, searing his red bottom cruelly, the hard, unforgiving wood leaving hot welts on his fanny as Timmy cried harder. The loud sounds of the crack of wood impacting his bare bottom competed with Timmy's frantic wailing and sobbing. To be sure, everyone in the wing could hear him getting his well-deserved punishment.
“Are you going to start acting like an adult or am I going to be paddling your little bottom every night?” she said as she paused his spanking.
Timmy blurted out a string of promises, mostly unintelligible as he squirmed on her lap and continued to cry uncontrollably.
The tall nurse rewarded him with a flurry of harsh, stinging swats, designed to make his sitting impossible for the next several days.
Timmy was crying hard as Taylor lifted him up and helped him over to the changing table, his wet diapers still laying in the floor where they'd fallen during his spanking. Playing 'good cop' to the tall nurse's 'bad cop', Taylor gently applied cool Desitin to Timmy's blazing hot bottom, handing him another baby bottle to nurse from.
The nurse hung up the Spencer paddle on a peg above the dresser and left without another word. Taylor finished diapering Timmy and she tucked him into his crib with a warm, comforting hug. After finishing his bottle, Taylor slipped a pink pacifier between his lips, the large rubber bulb filling his mouth and providing some small solace to the sissy bedwetter.
Finally, his whimpering quieted and he settled down to the soothing music of the mobile above his head. With his bottom still on fire, the heat was trapped by his plastic panties and it roasted like a five-alarm fire inside his thick diapers. Timmy shifted constantly in the crib, trying to get comfortable, and eventually positioning himself on his tummy so he could try and sleep. Still, the day's exhausting events finally conspired to make him drift off, and before long, the sissy was dreaming of Taylor's sexy curves and pretty face.
Alas, sometime during the night, Timmy's lack of control once more came back to haunt him and a warm flow of pee—now directed backwards by his chastity device, caused it to stream down between his legs, warming the fat seat of his soft, fluffy diapers. It flowed without pause, soaking through all three layers, all the way up to the elastic waistband of his snug plastic panties before seeping in between his legs to saturate the thick cotton cloth in front. His bladder now empty, the sissy continued to sleep contentedly, hugging his teddy bear and sucking his pacifier like a toddler.
Tomorrow, Timmy could look forward to more diapers, a nice, soapy enema, and another trip over the tall nurse's lap.
It was going to be two, very long weeks for the poor sissy bedwetter.
